From that moment, I tried to figure a way to get out of this horrible
situation I found myself in, but there was nothing I could do. I did not dare to wait, to see if they really would make those photos public.
So, time went on much too fast, and soon it was Wednesday. I called
the Peters, hoping that their parents had changed their plans and stayed at home, but they did not. I was to be there at 6 pm. When I got dressed, it came to me that probably I would not wear those clothes for long.
Driving to their place was cruel to me, because it was the last place
on earth where I wanted to go. They had a beautiful house, with a big backyard and a large swimming pool. My head was spinning as I rang the bell. I heard footsteps and suddenly feared that one of the boys would open, but it was their dad. "Glad you made it. We would have been in
trouble if you had let us down." (Oh, if only I could.) I realized they were already in a hurry when Mrs. Peters joined us, the two smiling brats following her. "Hi Lisa, it's really nice of you to help us out." I managed to say: "Oh, that is absolutely no problem. When will you be back?" "Well, I think, we will be back at 11 in the morning." That will be 17 hours, I realized to my horror! "O.k., we have to leave now. Sam and Carl, you will not cause any troubles." "Yes, of course, Mum", Sam replied. They really believe their children are as nice as they pretend to be, I thought. Mr. Peters then opened the door and said, "You can use the guest room
upstairs; the boys will show you. And feel free to eat and drink what you want. There's plenty in the kitchen." And off they went.
I looked at the closed door for some time and then turned towards the boys, who already had cruel grins on their faces.
"Hi, Lisa," Carl greeted me. "How do you feel?" "Vulnerable", I answered honestly. "She's quite smart, our 'babysitter', or is it our little girl?" Sam asked me. Self-conscious I replied, "Uhm, your little girl", and back was the red color on my cheeks. "You got it, Lisa! Now come with us", Carl told me and I followed them upstairs into Carl's room. What I saw reminded me that they were far from being adults, toys lying around everywhere.
"Now, strip and get those clothes over to me." Perhaps they would listen this time. "Please, you've had your fun with me. I did everything you wanted. You've even touched me, where boys at your age normally don't have the chance to touch a woman. Let me go now. I promise, I will never say a word." "Hey, this is too much fun and, as Carl said, you enjoy it too, to be humiliated. So, we're just doing you a favor. Now go on with it, or do you want to earn a spanking?" Sam mocked. Beaten by them one more time, I stripped for them, handed them my clothes, and covered myself with my hands. "You shouldn't make me angry!" the 13-year-old bastard Carl spit at me to make clear that I was not to cover myself. I took my hands away from
my breasts and pussy. Our eyes met and he glared triumphantly at me, so I let my head sink and looked, embarrassed, to the floor but, once again, I was slowly becoming aroused, because they weren't even adults and equals,
but kids, who treated me like that.
To my horror, Sam put my clothes somewhere in his own room, as if he knew that separating me from my clothes made me feel even more at their mercy.
When he came back, I was standing, displayed, in the middle of their
room, and Carl had already shown me the digital camera with which they wanted to take more photos of me.
"But, first, you need to be reminded of who is in charge and, as you want to be our little girl, as you say -- is that right?" "Yes I whispered", powerless, as was expected of me. Sam continued, "As you want to be our little girl, you are gonna get it over the knee from each of us!" It took some time for me to realize what they had ordered me to endure. And, I knew, I had absolutely no choice. "Not this!" I started to cry, but with an
already wet pussy. "Stupid girl. She is still trying to argue with us, Carl." "Yeah,we should make it harder for her", suggested his even younger brother. Alarmed by now, and redfaced, I said submissively, "Please, I beg you to spank my bum, because I've been a bad girl and I never wanted to
annoy you." All three of us were surprised at what I had just said, then they erupted into loud laughter, encouraged by my deep red face and my self-humiliated fidgeting from one leg to the other.
"So, who will be first?" Sam asked. "You, 'cos I wanna watch those tits bouncing and those legs kicking", Carl blurted out. I could imagine, in great detail, what a spectacle he was going to see.
Well, as I placed myself over Sam's lap, who had a really hard on, my
efforts to retain a little of my dignity were destroyed. I shrieked when I expected his first smack, but his hand only touched my bum. They laughed again, with me staring at the floor, not believing that this was really happening. The position they had me in, over that young boy's lap, made me really shiver. I could not believe that I let myself be put in this position, as I was the little girl in this room now.
Then he started to torment me, and he was putting an effort into being cruel to me, as only boys their age do. After ten minutes of real pain, always reminded by Carl that my breasts were more than entertaining, my bum was nearly as red as my face.
Then, they changed places, and the next ten minutes were even worse, because, when my legs were briefly spread, Carl once hit me accidentally on my pussy and, because I screamed a little louder at that, this was his number one target from then on.
Finally, I found myself in the corner of the room with my hands on my head and, when I tried to rub my sore bum, Sam told me that, if I wanted to rub it, I had to face them (displaying my front), get on my knees, and spread my legs for them.
So, there I was. In the middle of a lot of Lego toys I knelt, spread
legged, rubbing my bum.
"What about some playing?" Carl asked his brother. At first I was unsure about what was coming next, but soon I realized that they would play with their Lego spaceships and figures, involving me. (Oh,please! No!) Carl flew a spaceship over me after I had laid down on the floor, spreading my legs wide. "Commander Peters to Captain Kirk, the Space Monster is unconscious now, our laser weapons have beaten it, finally. I will further investigate." The 'spaceship' landed on my stomach and the 'pilot' inspected my breasts. "Captain, her primal weapon is empty, she cannot kill our people with her mammal poison." (I wanted to die at that, but I also was again close to orgasm, as they really had no mercy with me, and because they were so childish with their naked toy.)
Then the commander further investigated me, finally finding my pussy. "I have to go in there, Captain. This is the source of her power." "Yes, Commander, and in our minds all the brave men from Space Fed. will follow you."
"It's wet in here", the Commander panicked when Carl inserted that little Lego figure in my pussy. I really was wet now, as I was humiliated beyond belief, with them grinning continually. My hands were not allowed to interrupt, because the giant sexy nude alien was seduced.
"Commander! Commander! Oh my god, we have to rescue him!" Soon, another spaceship landed on the playground, my body. They shot laser guns at me (which I felt, because they were pinching me cruelly) and then they tortured my pussy, so that I would give my captive free. Well, at least those two nerds were quite inventive.
They had a lot of fun at that and, afterwards, they paid me a compliment, saying that I was really worth playing with. I was not really glad for it, but their exploitation of my body brought me nearly over the edge.
"You enjoyed this", Sam smiled at me, showing me the very wet Lego Commander. "Get him clean." I had to take it in my mouth, tasting my own wetness and swallowing it, until they were satisfied.
After that, I was glad that I was allowed downstairs to make them something to eat, although I heard them laughing when they talked about me, as I went downstairs.
Naked, I had to stand in the corner, showing them my still very red bum, still feeling their hands everywhere, on and inside of me, while they ate. I felt somehow like a slave, as they ate their dinner talking about, and not to, me. "She is really obedient now." "Yes, and the photos will be
great. Perhaps we will show some of our friends what we got here." I gasped at that. "Well, we'll think about that, Lisa." Sam was speaking now, "But, Carl, our fucking parents think we need babysitters to get along. I hate that. Look how we can handle that stupid Lisa." At which they laughed, looking at my red bum, "What about making our babysitter, here, the one we need to look after."
I froze in fear, as I knew more humiliation was awaiting me.
I was to wait in the living room for them, and there I prayed that I would have my clothes back so I could leave, but the boys had hidden them.
When they entered the room, Carl told me, "Now we are gonna be the sitters and you will be the baby. We found some things from when our Granny was still here, and from when we were still babies. This one will be real fun."
The first thing they introduced me to was a diaper, which told me I had to play their baby, because their parents annoyed them. I pleaded with them, but finally my arguments were defeated by my, now even redder, bum.
"Lie down, baby Lisa", Carl laughed. "We need to put this on you, so that you won't have an accident." I placed myself over the diaper and they fastened it, not before probing my pussy and then patting it, as if to tell me how obedient I was. "Good girl, but you are really wet, so the diaper is only good for you", Sam said in a voice, as if he was talking to a baby. I was so ashamed when I felt the material of the diaper on me.
While I wore it, they forced a pacifier into my mouth, on which I had to suck so that it was clearly heard. They laughed cruelly and were entertained as never before and, if I could, I would have died. "Our little babysitter is so strict with us," they taunted me. "I think she should sleep like that.", Carl spoke, and for a second I stopped sucking on that pacifier, which made them laugh. Then I was placed in front of a mirror and they forced me to stand there and look at the baby-me, as they called it, and I stood there, crying and sucking that pacifier. I looked so stupid, and Sam and Carl did not hesitate to comment.
"Time for the baby to sleep." I was brought into Carl's room. There, all three of us laid down on his bed. It was already late, and I was to suck on that thing in my mouth until they slept, a really degrading sound but they touched me for along time and pinched me. It was hard not to scream, but they forbade me. Humiliated and aroused at the same time, I fell asleep.
